Of a Friday afternoon, I may drive down to the beach on the way home. The good lady will meet me there and we’d walk or just sit and look… and listen. I listen to the Beeb… long wave mostly, because I cross four FM time zones on my drive. So, Radio 4 stays put and with minimal scratching I get quality radio.
I don’t always listen to the radio… I also listen to CD’s and podcasts… an eclectic mix, you may say. Indeed… that’s the way I like it! So, to progress this tale… I was parked at “The Cove” listening to Last Word. The weekly celebration of the lives of notable folk who have moved on. The life and doings of Stanley Bard… long time master of the Chelsea Hotel, was spotlighted. (I’ll include the Wiki P link.)
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The amount of creativity that circulated in that hotel will most likely never cross the threshold of many doors again. But then… there I sat, in little old Arklow, listening to inspiring ideas… resulting in this post. Maybe creativity is a pleasure the Good Lord shared with us… to keep us sane!
Mirror, mirror on the car… who’s that silly fella swimming out there??
This is one of the photos I took while the ideas were tossed about in the slightly out of control tumble-dryer churner that’s classed as my brain. You have a glimpse of sparks of ideas… my mind’s creativity… resting on thoughts collected over time… honed by imagination and inspired by the creation of others!
Ouch!! My back hurts!! 
Kan die swemmer dalk “‘n mal Transvaler” wees?
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